Page 65 of Bad Reputation

His mouth moves from my lips to my jaw and travels to my neck. The light cotton of the dresses neckline stops him, and he growls. With one hand—the other still firmly on my backside—he pulls the straps down my arms, baring me to the waist. It falls quickly around my waist and exposes my breasts.

A part of me feels suddenly shy, even though this was far from our first time together. Jameson smirks at my shyness. “You know that you are probably the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen?”

His hand snakes below the folds of the dress, which is now solely held against my body at the waist. He holds me up above him so my nipples meet his mouth. I feel his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, dangerously close to my pussy, as the warmth of his mouth consumes one nipple, and the other.

I whimper as I feel my nipples harden against his tongue. I want desperately to be lower, to be able to rub myself against his cock again, but he keeps me firmly poised inches above his lap.

I squirm, and his hands that clutch my bare ass shift closer to my center. His fingers slowly, slowly spread me apart. The ache of emptiness is unbearable.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he tells me between sucks on my nipples.

“Stop teasing me,” I say, frustrated.

“Is this what you want?” he asks as he lowers me back down.

Instead of letting me go completely, he slid a finger inside my pussy and pushes his thumb against my clit. I shudder at the surprise of it—and the pleasure of having some part of him inside me.

I can't bring myself to reply, but I move against his hand eagerly. His hands are deft, with practiced flicks against my G-spot and just enough pressure on my clit to get me halfway to orgasm. But no closer.

I kiss him deeply, eyes squeezing shut. All I want is to come.

“Slow down,” he tells me. “Enjoy the ride, princess.”

There is a part of me that thought maybe he’ll just stop. Maybe it is all just a game, a power trip. I ride his hand harder, lifting my head, and offer my breasts to his lips again. He spanks me once once on my ass, hard.

“I said slow down,” he growls.

The slap surprises me, but even as the sting fades and I feel my ass turning red, I also feel a new gush of wetness between my thighs. My pussy is on fire, and I need him like I’ve never needed him before.

He slips his finger out of my pussy and flips me onto my back. The coolness of the bed is a shock to my skin. He kneels and spreads my legs wide.

“You really are ravishing,” he tells me. “And I’m about to ravage you.”

I smile and let my head fall back as he kisses his way down my thighs. When he reaches my mound, he kisses his way across it, trailing his tongue against my sweat-slicked skin. He comes so close to tasting me, really tasting my pussy, and yet he pulls back.

I shake my head back and forth, ready to burst.

“Fuck! Jameson, come on!” I cry, pounding my fists.

“What do you want?” he asks me, smirking.

“Jameson,please,” I say, arching my back as far as I can.

“You’re going to have to tell me,” he says tauntingly.

I bite my lip just as he blows lightly on my clit.

“I want you to eat my… eat my pussy,” I say, going red as I say the words.

“Good girl.” He grins before he lowers himself to my flesh.

His tongue runs across my clit, firm and slow, before it dips down into the deepest of my folds. I cry out and dig my fingers into his hair to hold him closer to me.

“Oh god. Oh, Jameson!!” As he works his tongue faster, I can't stop calling out his name. When he slid a finger into me again, I reach for my breasts and pinch my nipples.

I don’t want to come, not like this. Not without giving him a taste of his own medicine.

“I want to taste you,” I say, breathless. He pulls his finger from my body and leaves a flutter of kisses on my clit.

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